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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 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 The Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Can,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.