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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.