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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.