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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 mellotron 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.