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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.