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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.