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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.