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 Norway and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.