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 Burkina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
ABC,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.