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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.