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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the punk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.