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 London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra 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?
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Sparks,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.