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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
The Fall,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.