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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.