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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Searchers to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.