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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.