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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.