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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 China Crisis to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.