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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.