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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.