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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.