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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Lalann to the crunk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.