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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.