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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.