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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Roxette,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.