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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.