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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cal Tjader to the techno 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Mars,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.