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 Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.