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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.