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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.