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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.