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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.