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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
ABC,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.