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 Slovenia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.