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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
June Days,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Television,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
The Remains,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.