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 Oman and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Basic Channel to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.