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 Indonesia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.