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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 The Gap Band 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Television,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.