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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.