Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Crime,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.