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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.