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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s 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 Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.