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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 In Retrospect to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.