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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 New York Dolls 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Organ,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.