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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Association to the crunk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.