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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
UT,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.