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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Can,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.