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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.