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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Rascals to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.