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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
AZ,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.