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 Algeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.