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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.