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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.