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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.