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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
The Names,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.