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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.