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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.