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 Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.