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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 mellotron 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.