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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Excepter to the crunk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.