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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.