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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the grime 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.