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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.