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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 marimba 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Ten City,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.