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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.