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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.