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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Whodini to the rock 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.