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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.