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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.