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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.