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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.