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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.