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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 guitar 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
The Smoke,
Monks,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.