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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the rap 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.