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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions 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?
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.