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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Magazine,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.