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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.