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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.