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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 theremin 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.