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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Roy Ayers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.