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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.