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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the funk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Intrusion,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.