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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Can,
Pole,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.