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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster 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?
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.