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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.