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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the funk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.