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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.