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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.