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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Searchers to the dance 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.