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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.