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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.