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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the grime 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.