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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.