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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.