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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 oboe 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.