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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
10cc,
CMW,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.