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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Second Layer to the jazz 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Magma,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.