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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.