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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.