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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the techno 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.