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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.