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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.