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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pulsallama to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.