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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.