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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 The Victims 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.