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 Cape Verde 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Crime,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.