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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.