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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.