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 Greece and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.