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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.