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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.