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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.