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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
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.