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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 The Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.