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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Can,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
PIL,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.