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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
10cc,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.