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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Trojans 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.