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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City 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?
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.