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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Can to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.