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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Index,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.