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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.