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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.