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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.