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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Index,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.