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 Honduras and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.