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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Smog,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.