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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.