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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
UT,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.