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 India and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.