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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.