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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.