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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Wings,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.