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 Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Technova,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.