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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Slave,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
The Martian,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.