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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.