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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.