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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.