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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Swans,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Mars,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.