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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.