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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.