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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 The Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Fear,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
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Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.