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 Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 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 The Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.