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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.