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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the rock 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.