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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.