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 Pakistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.