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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.