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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Can,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.