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 Israel 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 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 Charles Mingus to the funk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Can,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.