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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.