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 Congo 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.