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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.