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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.