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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.