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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Magazine,
Crime,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Can,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.