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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.