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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.