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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Can,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.