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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.