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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.