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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.