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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the punk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.