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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.