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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.