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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.