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 Qatar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
New Order,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.