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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.