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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.