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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.