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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.