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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Knickerbockers to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.