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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.