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 Mauritius 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.