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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.