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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Kayak,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.