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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.