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 Sri Lanka 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Wings,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Japan,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.