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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.