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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.