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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.