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 Australia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.