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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Visage,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.