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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.