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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.