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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funkadelic to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.