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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the rock 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.