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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mars to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.