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 Samoa 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.