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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.