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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.