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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.