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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.