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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.