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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.