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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.