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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.