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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.