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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.