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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.