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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.