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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moby Grape to the rap 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.