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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Roxette,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.