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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.