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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.