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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.