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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.