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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.