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 Russia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.