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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.