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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.