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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.