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 Cyprus 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the rock 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.