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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.