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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.