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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.