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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Can to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.