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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.