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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Television,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
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.