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 Mozambique and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.