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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.