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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.