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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
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 Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.