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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.