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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.