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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.