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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.