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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.