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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.