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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.