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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
PIL,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.