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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes 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 Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.