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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.