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 United States and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Brick,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.