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 Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.