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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.