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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.