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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.