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 Liberia and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music 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.