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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.