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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.