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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 John Lydon to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Magazine,
Swans,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.