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 South Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.