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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.