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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 The Black Dice to the grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Can,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.