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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.