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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.