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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.