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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.