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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Audionom,
the Association,
Television,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Visage,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.