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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.