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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.