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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.