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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.