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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.