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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.