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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Organ,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.