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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
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.