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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.