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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Television,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.