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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.