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 Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.