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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Oneida to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.