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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.