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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.