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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.