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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 The Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.