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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.