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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Kayak,
AZ,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.