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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.