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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
ABC,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.