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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 The Barracudas to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.