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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.