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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
the Normal,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.