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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Black Bananas to the rap 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.