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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Suburban Knight to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.