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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
AZ,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Pylon,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.