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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.