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 Burundi 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.