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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Litter to the electroclash 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.