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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.