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 Turkmenistan 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.