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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Q65,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.