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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Offenders to the funk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Television,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.