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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.