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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.