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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.