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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.