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 China and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ituana to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.