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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 rhodes 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Organ,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.