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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Wire to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.