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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.