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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.