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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Index,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.