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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Mars,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.