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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.