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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.