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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.