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 Moldova 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Skaos,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.