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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
10cc,
OOIOO,
DNA,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.