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 France and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
June of 44,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.