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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.