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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Crime,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.