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 Fiji 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.