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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.