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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.