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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Television,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.