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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.