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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.