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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.