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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.