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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.