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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.