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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Audionom,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.