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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the grunge 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.