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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.