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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.