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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.