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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.