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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.