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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.