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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.