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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 D'Angelo to the jazz 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.