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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hot Snakes to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.