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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.