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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.