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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Camouflage to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Skarface,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.