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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.