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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Lydon 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.