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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.