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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Nico,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Wings,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.