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 France and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Wings,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.