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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.