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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
June of 44,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.