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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Easy Going to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Slave,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.