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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 chamberlin 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.