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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.