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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.