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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.