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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Can,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.