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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.