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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Mantronix to the dance 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.