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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Scion,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.