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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Unwound,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.