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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.