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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Can,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
The Wake,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.