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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Nico,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.