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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Doobie Brothers 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.