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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Derrick May,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.