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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sun Ra to the jazz 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.