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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.