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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.