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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.