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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.