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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 X-102 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Monks,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.