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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.