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 Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.