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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.