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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.