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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.