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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.