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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.