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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Fear,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.