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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.