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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Tears for Fears to the dance 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.