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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Red Krayola 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.