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 Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.