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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.