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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Swans 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 dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.