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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.