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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the dance 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Television,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.