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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.