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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.