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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.