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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
The Index,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.