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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Pole,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.