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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.