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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.