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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.