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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.