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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.