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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.