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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.