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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Ludus,
AZ,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.