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 Bahamas and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.