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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.