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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.