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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.