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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.