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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 snare 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Rakim,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.