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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.