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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.