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 Gabon 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.