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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.