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 Germany 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 UT to the crunk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.