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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.