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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.