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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.