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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Television,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.