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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.