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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.