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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.