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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.