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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.