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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.