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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.