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 Fiji 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The American Breed to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
X-102,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.