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 Belarus and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Pole to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Index,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Faust,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Oneida,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.