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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.