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 Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.