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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.