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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
AZ,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Monks,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.