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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.