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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.