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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.