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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 808 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.