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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.