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 Botswana and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Icehouse to the rock 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.