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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.