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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Erasure to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.