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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
MC5,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.