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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
The Motions,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Flipper,
The Martian,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.