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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.