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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
PIL,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Joy Division,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.