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 Korea North 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.