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 Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.