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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.