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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.