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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Smog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.