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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.