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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.