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 Suriname and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.