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 Nigeria 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.