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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.