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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.