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 Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mojo Men to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.