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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.