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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.