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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gap Band to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.