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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.