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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.