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 Turkey 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Unwound,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.