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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Icehouse to the disco 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.