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 Russia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.