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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.