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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Black Dice to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.