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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Brick,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.