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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.