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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.