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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
JFA,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.