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 Turkey 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the grunge 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.