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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.