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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.