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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.