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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Searchers 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Pole,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.