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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Mars,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.