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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Kayak,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.