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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.