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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.