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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roxette to the dance 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.