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 Uganda 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.