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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.