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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Rakim to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.