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 Venezuela 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Wire,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.