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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.