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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Organ,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.