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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.