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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the electroclash 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.