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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.