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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Gong,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.