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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.