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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.