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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.