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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.