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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.