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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
The Monks,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.