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 India and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dirtbombs to the grime 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.