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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 The Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.