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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.