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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.