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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.