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 Marshall Islands 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.