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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.