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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
The Gories,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.