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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.