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 Cuba and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.