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 Laos and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.