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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Lou Reed to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.