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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
X-101,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.