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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 rhodes 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 10cc to the dance 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.