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 Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Franke 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.