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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.