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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.