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 Laos 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Jacques Brel to the dance 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.