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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 The Human League to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Franke,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.