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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
cv313,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.