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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Leonard Cohen to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
X-102,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.