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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Wire,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.