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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.