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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.