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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.