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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.