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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Visage,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.