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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.