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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.