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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.