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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the grime 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.