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 Austria 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.