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 Iraq 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.