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 Argentina and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.