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 Germany and from New York.
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 Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.