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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alison Limerick to the punk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.