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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.